Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.